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Goethe says, one should at least every day liear a little song; read a good poem ; 
look upon some excellent picture, and if it te possible speak a few sensible words. 



NEW-YORK. 
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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1844, in the Clerk'e 
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CONTENTS 



Page. 

Journal, ..-..--- 5 

Letter from J. Q. Adams, - - - - - HO 

Charles Fifth's Clocks. By J. Q. Adams, - - - 113 

A Dream, 119 

Town and Country, .----- 121 

Lines on the visit of Mrs. H., .... 125 

Retrospection. By J. Q. Adams, - - - - 127 

An Acrostic, ..-.-.. 130 

On the Death of Dr. Channing, - - - - 132 

Lines after hearing Dr. — preach, ... 134 

Response, -.-.-.-- 136 

Dedication Hymn, ...... 138 

The Ivy and the Oak, ...... 140 

To the Memory of M. W., - . - - - 141 

Remember me. By Hon. E. Everett, - - - 142 

A Nocturnal Excursion, ..... 147 



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Page. 
Lines written in the Album of a Lady, after the signature of John 

Adams. By L. M. Sargent, - - - - 154 

To the Sun-Dial. By J. Q. Adams, .... 159 

Christmas Day, - - - - - - - 160 

Extract, - - - - - - - 164 

Notes from a Manuscript. By E. P., - - - - 166 

A City Ramble, 170 

Lines by H.W., .-..--- 176 



JOURNAL. 

Guiding her palfrey along the mountain's 

Side, fair Marion, with her sire, 

Three knights on a pic-nic met, 

All intent shrubs to bring. 

The place to deck, and greet the Spring. 

From the mountain they bore 
An Indian arrow head, 
Rescued by Walter from its ancient bed, 
Where long it had reposed ; 
Where deeds of valor and renown 
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JOURNAL. 

The warrior chief on game intent, 
In mountain hunt his way had bent. 
Along the pathway wound ; 
Now the vine, with genial bloom, 
Luxuriates in the rich perfume ; 
And where vast solitudes dismay 
Reigned with undisputed sway, 
Now teems with life and nurture gay — 
The grape its tendrils bind, 
Obedient to the mountain wind. 

To Melzinga's vale they sped, as when 
Along the stream whose dashing roar 
Awakes the echo from the shore, 
And forms the music of the glen. 

Both sire and son, with fell 
Disease have grappled now, 



JOURNAL. 

And o*er their brightest prospects flung 
The Wighted hope, the withered one. 
Young Walter and his promised bride, 
Richly blest in nature's pride. 
Have early proved how brief is life. 
How brittle all its sweetest hopes. 
To rest the neart is not in earth. 
Or cheer its hours with firmest wealth ; 
'Tis not in love to check the birth 
Of poison to the smile of health. 

Then far above all sensual joy, 
Let Reason plant her banner high, 
And Faith exult, that she may trust 
Her treasures where the moth can't ply. 

A beam divine of intellectual beauty 
Dawns upon the soul ! 



JOURNAL, 

Oh task me not to tell thee more ; 

The stars are glimmering on the shore, 

The silent night bespeaks a calm, 

And still and hushed the world's alarm — 

We weary, love, without thee ! 

Wilt thou say 'tis dull, not worthy a thought ? 
With neither fancy, wit, or feeling wrought, 
How shall we such presumption treat ? 
With shrugs and frowns, and grave grimace, 
To thick-coming fancies we must leave the dame, 
Bid her the needle ply, or plod through the game. 

But should perchance an appreciating gleam 
Dance in thy fancy, or delude in a dream ; 
With magnetic springs the mind unfold, 
" Live o'er each scene, and be what we behold," 



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Then with kindred soul exalt, inspire, 

Breathe through the heart, and strike the trembling 

lyre — 
Rejoice in sympathy, be firm in love. 
And trust a ruling Deity above. 



April. 



The Journal droops ; the lagging Spring 
Delays the promised budding flower ; 
The hills are brown, and do not ring 
With sonnets at the dawn's fresh hour. 

Neighbor with converse free. 

Social warmth and genial glee, 
Dilates at length on various themes 
As pleasant as the morning dreams 
Of sunlit hours, when fancy reigned, 
And o'er my life those hearts beloved 
That now are hushed and rest with God, 
Whose loss has sobered all my views of life. 
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The best embalment of their memoryj 

Is training those fair branches 

Whose culture most demands our care ; 

Those mated hearts, whose souls absorbed 

In sympathy profound, seeking a haven 

Fair to launch their bark of Hfe, and on the 

Untried Ocean trim their sails — so fraught 

With pure affection and esteem, that 

Faith believes their voyage of life "with 

Happiest gales shall waft them on to the 

Bright eternal shores, where hopes fulfilled 

Shall promised blessedness insure. 

How oft at eve does memory bring the 

Forms of those with whom my heart has shared 

Its joys, and in whose sympathy my fond 

Affection rested, the interchange 

Of thought and feeling too, we miss, 

And deeply share their present happiness ; 



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When earthly duties are fulfilled, to 

Join them where the weary are at rest, 

Where themes eternal shall 

Employ our noblest powers, 

And time shall cease to be divided into hours. 

" Leave, if thou wouldst be lonely, 
Leave nature for the crowd, 
Seek there, for one, one only. 
With kindred mind endowed." 

* * * * 

The revellers met — the waltz's maze 
And vocal art with sweetest skill 
Dispersed all mists, and gloomy haze 
Dissolved in mirth and free good will. 

The week thus closed, 
The morning dawned, 



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Assembled we repair 

To hear the gifted preacher's voice, 

To breathe the earnest prayer. 

With souls devout, and hearts disposed 

To grateful themes of praise, to thoughts of 

Good, the mind composed, the patient 

Spirit raised to contemplate creation's 

Work, and all its rays dispensed 

To man, of mercy and beneficence. 

" Poetry hath been its own 

Exceeding great reward, 

Afflictions it hath soothed, 

Rough paths smoothed; 

Enjoyments it has refined 

And multiplied — solitude endeared ; 

And to the desire gave birth, 

To tune the heart to innocent mirth, 



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And to discover the good and 

The beautiful, in all that surrounds us." 

The gatherings of the clan were frequent — 

The viol and the dance, 

The timbrel and the harp, 

The lover's powers and the poet's art; 

All essayed to hasten on the hours, 

To brighten and expand hfe's simplest flowers. 

The hour of parting came, 

'Tis hard to sever 

The fond heart ever 

From the joys of sweet companionship ; 

When with another self we have communed, 

The fountains of the heart unlock — 

The streams gush forth of love and gratitude. 

The artist's studio was visited, 
The pencil's magic work extolled. 



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The Speedwell embarks from Holland, 

The noble daring of the pilgrim band ; 

Elder Brester, with open book, 

Uplifted eye and martyrM look. 

All gathered round, meekly to implore 

The aid of heaven — and from their souls ador6 

That Power whose protecting arm, 

Would shield them from the storm 

And all their fears disarm ; 

Safely land them on the distant shore 

Triumphant on the ocean's bosom, 

And cheer with hope to yield no more 

To miscalled zeal and persecution. 

***** 

Blessed Saviour, I am thine, 

Let me feel that thou art mine — 

Holy child of God I'd be. 

Blest to live always with thee. 



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Let thy Spirit form my heart, 
All impurity depart ; 
Let thy presence cheer my soul, 
And thy love my life control. 
Then in blessedness with thee. 
Here, or elsewhere, shall we be ; 
Let us cast all gloom away. 
Let it be our joy to pray. 

Let us serve thee. Father, Friend, 

Let our souls to thee ascend ; 

Let the electric fire of love 

Seek a refuge for the dove. 

And the olive branch of peace impart 

An asylum for the pure in heart. 

The rippling water and the graceful sail. 
The misty mountain and the shady vale, 



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The humid ah*, all tended to inspire 

A thoughtful tone of poetic fire. 

The clouds collected 

And the thunder rolPd, 

The rain descended, and the mountains 

Frowned in majesty sublime" — 

The morning followed, and the sunbeam 

Dispelled and chased the mists that 

Lowered on night's sable brow : 

Its pensiveness had parted, 

And from the eye the tear just started 

Beamed again with cheerful hope. 

Thou wilt be glad to meet Isabel, 
Greet thy dear sister well : 
The ties that bind thy young hearts 
Are tender and deep ; 



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Bright are thy eatly days, 

Merry thy roundelays, 

Far be the days when thou'lt weep ; 

Yet tears are the mothers of virtues, 

And affliction the steps we ascend to the skies — 

Then treasure the lessons on life's pages imprest, 

And turn to those heavens where faith never dies. 

The daughter has come the circle to cheer ; 
Welcome, thou friend of the heart. 
Thy presence is hailed ever dear, 
Calm pleasure thou dost ever impart. 
How soon the sunshine of youth is o'ercast, 
The shadows lengthen as we pass on 
From hour to hour, no lingering in the 
Sands of the glass — 'twere best 
To leave the poetic flower. 
And sweeten the current of life 
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With smiles and joyous glee, 

Banish pensive images, musing, 

And flee away with sombre images. 

Care worn, melancholy visages, 

Are only suited for cells and cloister. 

Telling beads and pate?^ noster ; 

But all this time thy sun descends, 

And what report do the hours bear 1 

Does the recordins^ ano^el mark the 

Smallest space of time improved ? 

Dost thou guard the issues of thine heart 1 

Are all the sands diamond sparks 

That dazzle as they pass ? 

" As in water, face answereth to face, 

So the heart of man to man." 

Brighter than jewels rare. 

Or dew-drops on the ambient air, 

Is the sympathy that flows 



JOURNAL. t9 

From heart to heart, when in 

Bewilderment of dehght, we find 

Kindred spirits, congenial mind : 

'Tis too great a bliss to last — 

When found, one ever wings its flight 

To lasting regions of delight, 

And leaves its mate to mourn. 

***** 

" The clouds drop fatness," 

The earth shall rejoice, 

The time of the singing of birds hath come ; 

The flowers shall spring. 

The green trees bring 

The load of blossoms and fruit. 

" The clusters of grapes sent out of 
Babylon, implore favor for the 
Exuberant leaves of the vine ; 



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For had there been no leaves, 
You had lost the grapes." 

May ^h. 
Not one thouglit this fair page to- adorn ^ 
The arrivals were frequent on yesterday's morn, 
From the East and the South 
They all clustered around the old hall ; 
The old and the young, the grave and the gay, 
The boys and the birds, the infant and all. 
Assembled, their devotions to pay 
At the shrine of the Hudson, whose fair bay 
Is reflected, with magical beauty, 
In glass all portraying the artistical duty 
To represent nature, in the verdure of spring ; 
To paint every flower, each blossom to bring 
To perfection — each shrub as reflected. 
And gild every joy of the heart is expected. 
With lover-like tints and hopes ambrosia. 
To expand the buds of the grand magnolia^ 



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The hearts-ease and tuhp, the rose and the lily, 
The sweet blooming violet and modest enemony» 

* # * * 

The laughter-loving dames have departed — 
We must retire, while unbroken hearted, 
To repair the ravages of mirth — 
Eleven strikes, around the hearth 
I leave the glowing embers. 
For May still shivers 

With the recollection of her former fevers» 
Sunshine and showers alternate 
Play, and bo-peep keep 
With obedient clouds 
Whose pleasure 'tis to weep. 
* * * % 

In the garden I rambled. 
The sweets were assembled — 
The fish and the birds, 

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JOURNAL. 

The plants without number 

Their names too encumber 

My memory oft with distraction invest ; 

And whether grave or in jest 

Enforced the reflection 

And proposed for inspection, 

The beauties of nature 

Displayed to my view. 

But where turns not the eye 

To the wonders on high, 

When night with her worlds 

Bespangles the sky. 

And the moon her bright crescent displays. 

'Tis then we feel how limited 

Our knowledge, and how boundless the 

Creator's power ; in adoration rapt. 

We seek for signs and symbols to express 

Our feeble sense, of the presence that fillis 



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All space, and onward tends to the perfection 

Of creation. 

Enlarge the powers thou hast given 

To man, and with ennobling culture let 

Him train his mind to themes that will 

Exalt and raise him to thyself, the fountain 

Of all knowledge, love supreme and blessedness, 

That passes the belief of finite beings. 

Let their harps be strung anew, and 

All their strings be tuned to melody. 

The Bobolinkum's evening song thrilled 
Through the woods, and on the ear resounded 
With sweeter melody than prisoned 
Songsters ; each bird now seeks the retired 
Bough, and with wearied wing reposes till 
The morn aojain calls forth their strains of 
Melody and hymns of praise ; let not the 



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Voice of man alone be wanting, to send 
Forth the notes of grateful joy. 

The shades of evening closer draw, 

The moon her narrow crescent gleams upon 

The water, the roseate hue is reflected 

In the Hudson's placid mirror. 

For all the mercies of the day, with gratitude 

O'erflow our hearts, and with the brightest 

Beams of thankfulness, let our evening 

Prayer ascend. 

***** 

Oh, for sympathies divine. 

May I feel that thou art mine ; 

Guide my spirit, fill my heart. 

Let me love thee as I ought. 

Fill my soul with joy supreme, 

Sanctify each waking dream ; 



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Let not distrust banish ,. 

From thy presence ever vanish 

Each dissembling fear — 

Let me feel that thou art near. 

Exalt, ennoble, and refine 

The hearts thou formed for love divine* 

Let not low pursuits engage 

The noble beings thou hast made ; 

From strength to strength impart 

The power to purify the heart. 

From star to star let bliss extend 

From world to world that has no end ; 

Wisdom from thy self impart, 

To know thee, as alone thou art. 

Cleave the rock, and let the waters flow, 

From duty to be happier than we know. 

Let it be our meat and drink 

Thy will to do, while on the brink 



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Of life we pass the valley through. 

Draw from the picture gallery 

Painted by memory. 

Let the strings vibrate — 

May all the notes penetrate ; 

Happily thankful, let the notes ascend 

To thee, the source, the fountain and the end. 

May 21. 

Welcome a well known guest. 

Who with varied powers 

Gives wings to the hours — 

Instruction imparts. 

With hilarity's art. 
By Dryden and Pope the breakfast is graced — 
At the close of the meal to the garden they haste ; 

And with congenial powers 

Beguile the fleeting hours. 
" Where op'ning roses breathing sweets diffuse, 
And soft carnations shower their balmy dews ; 



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Where lilies smile in virgin robes of white, 

The thin undress of superficial light : 

And varied tulips show so dazzling gay,. 

Blushing in bright diversities of day. 

Each painted floweret, in the stream below, 

Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow ; 

Here aged trees embowering walks compose. 

And mount the hill in venerable rows.'* 

There oft retired the Ionian bard peruse — 

Astonished that his cultivated muse 

No higher themes than fabled woes could dare,. 

The warrior's battles and the charms of fair. 

We miss not much the intercourse that flows 

From casual meetings ; how few who know 

The method to impart, for mind the culture, ^ 

And for warmth the heart. 

To books, those silent solacers, we're driven — 

To comfort us on earth, and form for Heaven. 



28 JOURNAL. 

R. views with a jealous eye his brother's fame ; 

D. is not sick — luxury and ease his aim — 

S. sarcastically sweet he calls, 

F. is bustling busy in the halls. 

H. is made to stir the people up. 

Then prithee, friend, what are thy deserts, 

And why thus unappreciated thy worth 1 

The world to folly and the love of lucre given, 

Does not devote the zeal it should to heaven ; 

Thy sense and talent not rated as they should. 

To all intents and purpose, by the good. 

Then let the sweets of life thy mind presage, 

And prune away the shoots that now engage j 

Good humor will the gloom dispel, 

And teacJi the blessed wisdom of judging well. 

The few assembled to meditate awhile 
On subjects lofty, and on themes divine. 



May 23, 



May 24. 



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To raise their thoughts from earth to heaven, 

Thanks to return for mercies given, 

And supphcate for full suppHes 

Of spiritual food, and aims beyond the skies. 



ON NAMING A HALL. 

To designate the halls where crowds shall meet 
In council or devotion, to complete 
The honor paid his fame has won, 
We'll call it by the name of Washington ! 
These hills have echoed to his well earned fame, 
Each heart reveres and venerates his name. 
To future ages we will hand the theme 
Dear to each mind ; and pleasing as the dream 
Of cherished forms, his partners in the toil 
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May 25. 



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Of war were here in duty found, 

Each sacred relique to the heart is bound. 

The memory vibrates with reverential fear. 

Fihal affection drops the grateful tear ; 

By a nation cherished as her honorM son, 

The cypress and the laurel form the wreath he won, 

* * * * 

The full heart would expand 
From memory's band, and o'erflow with flowers, 
Joyous were the hours 
When, with sympathy met. 
They strove to forget 
That time had wasted their flowers. 
Along the bank of life they parted ; 
And o'er the summer of their days 
"Were their hearts united. 
He's dead ! She'll ne'er behold him more — 
She'll seek him in the bowers above, 



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And there perfected will be their love ! 
In robes of white, with hymns of praise, 
The anthems to His name they'll raise. 
With garlands of celestial flowers 
We'll sanctify the passing hours ; 
Then in perfect strains of bliss 
We'll dedicate such happiness. 

1: * * * 

We steamed and railed, till our welcome 
Warm hearted, was shown by the cordial glow 
That from the city of love should ever flow ; 
The sun shone bright, and busy sounds 
Were heard around. 

To Laurel Hill, we visited the mansions 
Of the dead, and gathered flowers — 
They've bloomed where the dead repose 
And in peace have rescued their sorrows 
And their woes from this world's haunts — 



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Their spirits soar aloft, and in brightest 

Gems arrayed, will waft, their harps displayed ; 

Borne above the jars and strife 

That agitate this mortal life,. 

They hail us from the realms of day. 

Sister spirits, come away — 

We'll haste with joy to brighten gems 

That shine immortal in those realms, 

Where bliss and peace forever dwell, 

Eternal joys no tongue can tell ; 

Then tune our harps to sweetest sound. 

And modulate their strains around. 

'Twill emulate our souls anew, 

To contemplate this pensive view. 

With stream and gently sloping hill — 

Obedient to the sculptor's will. 

The monumental urn, 

Bespeaks affliction stern. 



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That severed from the parent stems 
The cherished, brightest gems 
Of hopes and joys the highest given, 
To train the human heart for heaven. 

Next day we visited the Carey mansion, 
And admired the taste, both rare and chaste, 
Of sculpture and of painting, the stately 
Abbess, and the tragic Fanny, the shell 
Girl, and the marble boy ; no crouching 
Venus, or Diana bold, or rare Apollo — 
But specimens modest and select. 
Refreshed the eye. 

After our tea. Lord A. was announced, 
With gracious manners, and discreetest skill ; 
On various themes he spake, at home on all. 
From the Capitol the sage returned, 
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34 JOURNAL* 

His hands with papers filled, with plans his 
Head — after dining, we accompanied 
Him to the grounds at the President's house 
Where music, and gay forms the scene adorned. 
From the President a deputation came 
Our party inviting, to ascend and view 
The paintings of Heily, the American 
Artist, sent by Louis Philippe to copy 
The form of Washington, to adorn the 
Versailles gallery — the king asserting, 
" That none but an American could 
Paint Washington." The east room and green we 
Then observed, space and splendor ! but ah, 
How desolate ! no home adornments, no 
Domestic traits to cheer the heart, or animate 
The mind, refresh with little tokens of repose, 
And all the treasury of love disclose. 

June 2DlJi. 

Visited the house and the senate, the 



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Library of thirty-five thousand volumes, the colossal 

Statue of Washington, the Baptism of 

Pocahontas, by Chapman, the miniature 

In perfection of Victoria, by Freeman. 

Heard Mr. Adams speak in the House, 

All rude disorder and wild confusion, 

All but the reporters were deafened 

By the din. 

Then to the patent office 

Where ingenuity has tasked her 

Fullest powers, most skilfully to portray 

With nicest touches, and extremest a,rt. 

All models, displayed with scientific 

Skill. Treaties, and jewels, of diamond's 

Fac-similies, the largest known — by the 

Queen of Portugal possessed. 

Animals of all sorts, birds with bright and downy wings, 

And rarest keepsakes, the gift of kings. 



36 JOURNAL. 

Two guns by the Bey of Tunis to Jefterson 

Presented, one with coral and silver inlaid, 

The other in richest gold arrayed. 

The value three thousand and five, 

A costly morsel from the royal hive. 

Our names we signed in the book of state, 

Then took our leave at the noble gate. 

Oh diplomacy ! oh politica ! the thread bare 

Reputation spare — to draw the veil, forbear, forbear, ! 

Turn my heart to quiet scenes. 

For purest joys give me the means, 

And let all mental pleasures flow 

From streams, that conflicts never know. 

'Tis rare to find things not overrated, 

'Tis still more rare if not misstated ; 

Give me the judgment to suspend 

All sentence, that would lead me to condemn. 



JOURNAL, 37 

Dost thou not think it savors of evasion 1 
Thou in the friendship of the world art 
Better versed than I, 'tis a painful 
Subject, but alas ! I fear, the shadow's 
More than the substance bear, evasion 
And delusion, lead one on, and end 
Too often in dissimulation. 
I would that thy hopes had better food ; 
Learn wisdom from the shifting scenes of 
Life, and study well the science to be good. 



ON SEEING MADEMOISELLE E DANCE FOR THE 

BENEFIT OF THE ORPHANS' ASYLUM. 

Fanny bright and graceful creature ! 
Beauty beams in every feature ; 
Thy motions are all harmonious, 
Would thy hopes were glorious ; 



3S JOURNAL. 

Thy touching gracefulness wins upon the heart, 
And for thy best good, would the hope impart 
That all thine efforts here, may yet result in good, 
Purify thy heart, and let thy soul seek 
Spiritual blessings, for the Orphans thou 
Hast danced this night — is not that a prayer? 
May tenfold treasures to thy bosom be returned, 
Let those who have had line upon 
Line, and precept upon precept, 
Beware they judge thee not. 



PASSING UP THE HUDSON 



June 23th. 



Ye towering hills whose graceful slope 
Down to the water's edge, whose outline bold 
Marked by the silvery evening sky, 
Fringed with the lofty pine or graceful 



JOURNAL. 39 

Hemlock — the dashing boat cutting her 
Rapid course through the parted waves with 
Roaring foam, contrast in bold relief with 
The graceful sweeping sail, a villa partly 
Hid, and part revealed, deep in the 
Embowering wood ; the sparks, like falhng 
Stars, quenching their brief light in the Hudson's 
Bosom ; " The weary sun hath made a golden 
Set, and gives token of a goodly day to-morrow." 

July it?i. 

The day has dawned, that marked the freedom 
Of the nation ; years have passed when 
With high hopes, and lofty purposes the 
Heroes of the olden time, resisted. 
Fought, and bled, and conquered too ; 
Their sons but little know the fathers' conflicts 
In those times, that tried the souls of men. 



40 JOURNAL. 

On this day it was, two of the sages* 

Sank to rest, and with the meed in view, 

" AVell done, good and faithful servants," 

They bowed their heads in bright exchange of worlds. 

July 8th. 
What are the beneficial effects 
Of Herschel's discoveries 1 The ocean 
Is navigated with much greater 
Certainty, the latitude and longtitude 
Are more accurately calculated. 
With lofty purpose he estimated 
The distance of the brilliant stars, 
And for the mariner gave certain laws 
To guide him when tossM upon the ocean's 
Bosom, teaching the power to direct his course 
With skilfulness and superior force. 

* Adams and Jefferson. 



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July 9th. 



Oh life ! thou art a varied scene 
Of bliss to-day and grief to-morrowj 

Bright spots are woven in between 
From happiness too briefly borrowed. 



A BIRTH DAY. 

Dear girl, my hopes for thee are sparkling in my mind, 

With meek devotion thy mother would implore 

Each virtue, science, and hope adore 

For thy development and content, 

And to thy Creator raise 

The notes of gratitude, the hymn of praise. 

Remembering in the season of thy youth 

The fount of wisdom and the source of truth, 
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42 JOURNAI,. 

Let thy steps be early led. 
And immortal hopes be fed 
^With manna spiritual and divine. 
Thy best affections to refine. 
Each wish control, and joy impart 
Rich haiTest for the pure in heart. 
May every grace of woman's mind 
From thee the richest culture find. 
Till thou, with every virtue blest, 
Shall flourish in thy soul possest. 
Then raised above all earthly joy 
Thy noblest powers will employ. 
I ask for thee, the noblest wealth, 
Contentment, competence and health ; 
But discipline must come from thy Father's hand 
Above, and let the little flowering band 
All bloom around, expand 



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In bright perfection's hour, 
And renew with magic power 
From day to day, in genial star 
Each blessed aim discerned afar, 
To lead them on their heavenly way 
When dawns for them eternal day. 

Oh loneliness I love thee not ! 

Banish from my lowly cot 

Disquieting thoughts, 

That with them bring 

The fears that spring 

From altered forms and dreams of life. 

Silent and sad the evening lyre, 
I trim my taper, light my fire ; 
The quiet empress of the night 
Sheds her tranquil sober light 



July Uth. 



44 JOURNAL. 

On all the world around, 
And o'er the mountain casts a hue 
As deep, as broad, as lovely too 
As oa the river's brink. 

*' Thou hast taught me, silent river ! 
Many a lesson deep and long ; 
Thou hast been a generous giver, 
I can give thee but a song. 

*' Oft in sadness and in ilhiess 
I have watched thy current glide, 
'Till the beauty of its stillness 
Overflowed me like a tide. 

" And in better hours and brighter, 
When I saw thy waters gleam, 
I have felt my heart beat lighter 
And leap onward with thy stream. 



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" Not for this alone I love thee, 
Nor because thy waves of blue> 
From celestial seas above thee, 
Take their own celestial hue. 

" Friends, my soul with joy remembers,. 
How like quivering flames they start — 
When I fan the living embers 
On the hearth-stone of my heart. 

" 'Tis for this,, thou silent river ! 
That my spirit leans to thee, 
Thou hast been a generous giver, 
Take this idle song from me.^'* 

The holy Sabbath morn ! 

This day it was that Christ rose from the 

* Longfellow. 
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July llth. 



46 JOURNAL. 

Dead, and became the first fruits of them that slept. 

And upon this world of night, 

Burst this bright and beaming light 

Which found the world in gloom ! 

That spoke to ages then unborn, 

And cast a radiance around the tomb 

'Till then, unknown before. 

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With solitude opprest, breathed the wish 

A friend to meet, 

The look of interest and delight 

That met our unexpected sight, 

Cheered and refreshed the mind ; 

And then with sympathy so fraught. 

The trusting spirit was fully taught 

The needed aid to claim ; 

It came spontaneous from the heart-, 

To raise the mind with useful art 

Its fondest hopes to hail. 



JOC^RNAL. 47 



To persevere in duty's path, 

To tax with mental skill the mart^ 

And let the numbers flow. 

In exercise let genius find 

Congenial warmth, and answering mind 

In blessedness to live. 

Lovely, lovely, blooming weather — 
Beauteous are the tints that gather 
Around the torch of youth. 
But when life is wasted, 
And its hours have tasted 
The fruits of soberness and joy j 
'Tis then we gather its lingering roses, 
And in such hopes the heart reposes 
To catch the falhng leaves of life. 
Be calm, my soul, and cheer the way 
That leads, unto eternal day. 



Juhf 18. 



4S JOURNAL. 

" Delightful praise like summer rose 
That brighter in the dew drop glows." 



RAMBLING. 

Thou saidst he was behind the age ! 
" Berkeley's theory of vision was condemnec 
As a philosophical romance, and now 
Forms an essential part of every theory 
Of optics. Fonteneirs history of oracles 
In his youth, it was censured for impiety, 
But the centenarian lived to see it regarded 
As a proof of his respect for religion. 
Petrarch kindled a line of light through his 
Native land. 

Rollin is only a compiler of history. 
But races yet unborn will be enchanted 



JOURNAL. 49 

By that man, in whose works the heart 
Speaks to the heart — whom Montesquieu 
Calls the bee of France. 
The Addisons, the Fontenells and Feyjoos, 
Who taught England, France and Spain, 
To become a reading people^^while their 
Fugitive page, with sweetness imbues 
Every uncultivated mind, like the 
Perfumed mould taken up by the 
Persian swimmer, *' it was but a piece 
Of common earth, but roses were planted 
In my soil, and through my pores 
Their odors have deliciously penetrated. 
The infusion of sweetness I have retained, 
Otherwise I had been but a lump of eartho" 

Evelyn first taught his countrymen how to 
Plant, then to build, and having taught 
Them how to he u^seful without doors, 



60 JOURNAL. 

He attempted to divert and occupy 

Them within, by his treatises on 

Paintings, medals, libraries. 

Inquire how the fleets of Nelson 

Have been constructed — they can tell 

You it was with the oaks, which the genius 

Of Evelyn planted. 

" We slowly commemorate the intellectual 

Character of our own country ; let 

Monuments be raised, let medals be struck ! 

They are sparks of glory which might be 

Scattered through the next age ! 

There is a singleness and unity in the 

Pursuits of genius, which are carried on 

Through all ages, and will forever connect 

The nations of the earth. 

The immortality of thought exists for man. 

Let the intellectual chain of power 

Be carried on from mind to mind. 



JOURNAL, 51 

The book of Telemachus, says Madam deStael, 

Was a courageous action, to insist 

AVith such ardor on a sovereign's duties 

In a voluptuous reign — disgraced Fenelon 

At the court of the fourteenth Louis, but the author 

Raised a statue for himself in all hearts." 



Jxihj 20th. 



All earthly habitations are dull, 

Pilgrims of earth we linger here, 

Until thy voice shall call us home. 

Peaceful heavenly dove. 

Let thy banner over us be love ! 

Thoughts are flowers, let them bloom 

When night is o'er. 

And when our spirits then shall pour 

Into thy bosom our love. 



52 JOURNAL. 

Let those wreathes by fancy drest, 

Emblems of our faith express, 

And holiness to thee ! 

Let our minds with upward spring, 

From thy fulness ever bring 

The needed strength and aid. 

Till all thy will performed, 

In adoration we shall find 

The harvest of the Eternal Mind. 

Oh for society to feast the mindj 
The craving wants of the soul combine, 
To raise the heart above the themes 
That agitate these mortal dreams. 
To cultivate our highest powers 
And elevate our happiest hours. 
With hopes immortal and sublime, 
That will not cause us to repine. 



July Uth. 



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Those words convey 

Sympathy and balm to the mind, 

That needs strength and stimulants, 

And blessed encouragement administered 

By the voice of a friend. 

A bruised reed thou wilt 

Not break ; the smoking flax not quench ; 

The tendrils of the heart thou'It bind with love. 

And breathe through all its pores acceptance. 



ON VISITING A CEREUS TOO LATE. 

July25tk. 

Visited the Cereus, but the flower had bloomed, 
And the progress of time had its beauties entombecf, 
Its radiant rays of purest white 
Had closed again in endless night. 
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54 JOURNAL. 

How short the glories of the day 
When hasting on their mortal way, 
Who shall with strictest skill impart 
The wisdon to improve the heart 1 

Its lasting treasures shall endure 
Beyond all thrones, where all is pure, 
Where flowers of endless perfume rise 
In mcense through the ascending skies. 

I 
Let noblest themes our minds employ 
To lead the heart to endless joy, 
All low pursuits to banish. 
To purest love our lives devote. 

Immortal interests to promote, 
Complete the work intrusted to our care- 
And in immortal honor bear 
The burden of the day. 



JOURNAL. 55 

July 27tL 
In a solitary drive to the Grange, 
Where primitive simphcity and goodness of heart 
Contrast with others of cultivated art; 
When next we changed the scene 
And to Neathwood came — where 
Statues and paintings, Dianas and fawns, 
Embellished with flowers, and garnished with lawns ; 
The mansion displayed with dehcate skill, 
Refreshed by the fountain and cooled by the rill, 
And cheered with hospitality's glow, 
Sportive humor and the confiding flow 
Of social converse. 

But must not forget that at home we left 
The little man in gray at chess. 
The mountain views he had before enjoyed. 
With artist taste, he skilfully portrayed 
The distant prospects, and the home that made 
All hearts seem dear — and now we welcome 



56 JOURNAL. 

The merry group assembled here, 

The gambols and the sports of childhood's glee. 

* * * * 

The baptismal water hath bathed thy brow, 
And on thy infant face doth beam the smile 
Of peace — of such little ones he said, 
" Suffer them to come to me, for of such 
Are the kingdom of heaven.*' 

Many hearts this day have been refreshed 
In prayer, many pointed to the way 
That leads to life eternal. 
How fares it with the pastor 1 Do no 
Remembrances cling around his heart, 
With thoughts of country and of home ? 
Will not returning health and brightened 
Powers, restore the wish to minister again ; 
None since thou left hath raised our minds 



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57 



So high, or with us dwelt in such communion — 
Lead us where the springs are deep, the 
Pastures full of nourishment divine. 

July 28th, 
Peaceful was the morning scene,^ 
The harvest ripe for the sickl«. 
The reaper with sturdy arm and glowing- 
Heart, bound in sheaves the yellow grain, 
Birds with renewed melody poured 
Forth their matin songs of gladness. 
" Oppressive on my bosom weighs the feeling 
Of thoughts that language cannot shape aloud." 

July 31s/, 
A social circle on the verandah met. 
And from the voice tuned to melody 
We listened to the tale of fiction. 

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58 JOURNAL. 

ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF ORLEANS. 

The silent shaft of death has pierced a 
Noble brow ! the nation mourns ! in thy 
Wisdom thou hast rebuked the hopes of France, 
Around her head hath bound the cypress wreath. 
In the midst of life and health the summons 
Came — no note of preparation, no 
Parting word ; fatal was the blow that 
Severed from the throne, the son, the heir, 
The future monarch. Instructed by Thy 
Dispensations, may the pilgrims of 
Earth learn wisdom ; let rumors 
Of war be heard no more ; battles cease ; 
And sobered nations, learn the arts of peace. 

Oh that we had a Christian 

Minister ! one who with tender love and 

Holy zeal, should speak the words of peace 



JOURNAL. 59 

x4.nd faithfulness ; whose ministrations 
Of the sacred rites would touch our hearts, 
And with the vital flame illuminate 
Our lives, with sympathy fraternal cheer 
Our pilgrim course, and lead us on our way 
Rejoicing, the young to guide, the aged 
To support and bless. His mind with 
Knowledge filled, his heart with peace. 
To him we'd give our confidence 
And sympathy ; and with the tender 
Ties of earth we'd bind his heart. 

Aug. 2d. 
" Now night has shed her silver dews around, 
And with her sable wings embraced the ground." 
Why do we gaze along the trees ? 
No long lov'd form advances, all is silent, 
The ripple of the water's hushed, the 
Groves are still, the youth in distant groups 



60 JOURNAL. 

Their plans arrange, and with gay visions 
By fancy drest, anticipate the coming hours. 

THE BIRTH-DAY. 

Aug. Alh. 
The birth-day party passed in glee and 

Merriment sincere — the dance, the wahz, the 

Goodly cheer, the pleasant manner, and the 

Queenly maid, with bridal anniversaries. 

Entwined the scene with memories 

Drawn from holy cells, deep in the heart. 

The hopes that dawn for these rising stars are 
Fervent, and a blank is left, to be 
Filled up by wisdom deeper than our own. 
*' On a sudden, I thought the clouds parted — - 
I saw Venus and her chariot, drawn 



JOURNAL. 61 

By two doves, in all the radiance of beauty, 

The gayety of youth, softness and irresistible 

Grace." Dear Annette ! I would, for thee, desire 

All to which thy nature can aspire. 

The truest wisdom, and the deepest bliss 

Are found in modest virtue : 

" Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 

And all her paths are peace." 

Aug. 6th. 

It is idle to take up my pen ; the 

Events of the week have not favored 

Reflection ; fears and hopes alternate 

Play around the heart, various are the 

Rainbow tints that paint the horizon. 

" Thick as the humming bees that hunt the golden dew 

In summer's heat on tops of lilies feed, 

And creep within their bells to suck the balmy seed." 

What is not a task 1 Whose numbers flow 



62 JOURNAL. 

HarmoDionsly 1 Whose wit exhilarates ? 
Whose sense refines, whose confidence rewards? 
Whose love expands, whose tenderness shall melt 
The heart, wiiose piety shall raise the hopes 
To heaven 1 'Tis fancy all ! 'till stern reality 
Asserts her power, and images ideal 
Fade away. 

Two northern knights called to inspect a 
Sketch. Alas, we fear thy haggard cheek and 
Weary look, ill denote peace or health ; 
With all this world can give, thou appeareth 
Restless, disease seems doing its certain 
Work. We grieve to see thee thus, yet thy 
AYaywardnesss forbids sympathy, or the 
Kindly arts of life to soften sorrow 
Or mitigate such woe. 
Wilt thou be borne to the blest abodes above, / 



JOURNAL. 63 

Where angels dwell ? where loftier themes than 
Earth employ shall rapturously enchant 
Thy quickened vision — where doubt shall 
Cease, and sin be done away ? 
Where these cold hearts shall glow, 
These tears shall cease to flow ; 
The veil removed that shadows now these 
Hearts, the love of God shall nourisli — old things 
Be past away ; there shall be no night there, 
" Neither hght of the sun, for the Lord giveth 
Them light, they shall see his face, and his 
Name shall be in their foreheads. 
There is a river of pure water, clear 
As crystal. I saw no temple, for the 
Almighty and the Lamb are the temple 
Thereof." 



Atig. 17 th. 
Have you nothing to say of the visit? 



64 JOURNAL. 

Of judgment and prudence so wise ! 
Or mountain clad in varied mist, 
Or the panoramic view with chasing 
Clouds or spots of sunshine 1 
Nought of the bat with mystic wing, 
Rapid flight, and graceful swing? 
That baffled aU attempts at capture ; 
Ladies covering their hair, 
And lords with battledoors made war — 
With brooms and shingles all upright, 
Poor sightless bird to kiU or fright^ 
And banish from the gay saloon. 
Where he had chanced to take a peep, 
Seeking for a pleasant station 
Where he might catch the ruling fashion. 
" Thy pen runs wild. In truth it does, 
But beaten paths are dull and old, 
And various is the mood as the aspen's 
Trembhng leaf. 



JOURNAL. 65 

The retired evening hour, the sun is 

Sinking Hke a ball of fire, behind the 

Western hill — 'tis gone, many eyes that 

Watched its parting rays will never mark 

Its rising, the roar of the water, 

The stroke of the oars, the hum of the insects, 

The cricket and katydid, the song of the 

Locust, the children's glee, the kitten's 

Gambols, all proclaim 

Rejoicing hearts and cheerful aims. 

Will-o'-the-wisp and Jack-o'-the-lanthorn 
Endeavoured to light, on her plodding way. 
The toiling boat, whose superstitious 
Hands, viewed with faint hearts 
The magic light, and around 
Them gazed with fearful eyes. 
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66 JOURNAL. 

What tales does history relate, 
But storms of passion jars of state 1 
Of poets, what have been the themes 
But idle toys and useless dreams 1 
When fiction dips her potent pen 
In cells where meditation loves to dwell, 
What are the scenes her pencil draws 
But landscapes spread with fatal flaws, 
Or portraits that would raise the blush "? 



THE REGATTA. 

The scene was gay — the boats with graceful sweep. 

Dressed with their waving pennants, 

Danced on the bright blue deep. 

Forms most fair, graced the " Emerald" 

And the " Seadrift." Some pleasant converse 



JOURNAL. 67 

Then ensued, cheered and refreshed, 
Though brief the space of time, it proved the 
Force of sympathy, and thought congenial. 
Friendship's chain shall endure forever ! 
And ceaseless ages still proclaim, forever. 

* * * * 

One might as well say an altar was less 
Sacred for having many worshippers. 
The evening passed far better than we feared. 
An unexpected presence gave interest 
To the scene, and springs elastic to the mind. 
Could genial influences even be 
Exerted, how far from inert would the 
Temple be, strive from apathy to free 
The channels of the mind. 
Of magnetic influence the theme discussed, 
This leads to sacred trust in sympathy 
Of mind ; to feel the power and strength one 
Would reveal. 



63 JOURNAL. 

Away with the heartless forms of hfer. 
Its stiffened modes, its useless glare 
Awake the notes now borne on high, 
The sacred wish, the earnest prayer. 

What is friendship ? How rare it is to find 
A friend to whom with confidence and 
Sympathy we can unbind our hearts, the 
Load of prisoned thoughts that crowd and swell 
The memory, and recollections 
Fond, that fill the eye and bid the bosom 
Heave the unobtrusive sigh ; but all is 
Well ! the pilot at the helm, sleeps not ; the 
Watchful and the Omnipotent the constant 
Vigil keeps. 

Time with unwearied wing speeds on, and 
Marks the progress that we daily make 



JOURNAL. 69 

Along the path of virtue. 
With needless care tax not thy mind, 
Thou canst not make one hair white or black. 
Behold the lilies of the field ! 
They toil not, neither do they spin, 
Yet Solomon in all his glory 
Was not arrayed like one of them. 
Then cast thy burthen on the Lord, 
He careth for thee, he loveth thee ! 
This, is friendship. 

The passages thou hast praised 

We read o'er with pleasure ; 

Would that the sense and the measure 

Had been more to thy taste. 

In such companionship we take delight. 

Thy visits few and far between 

Are spots of sunshine rarely seen. 

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70 JOURNAL. 

Thy gracious manner cheers the mind, 

Thy wit expands, thy sense refines. 

May sympathy enrich thy heart, 

And all the joy that flows from art 

And science ever blend 

In rays around thy chosen friend. 

Let gentleness attune her mind 

And lofty thoughts engage, combine 

And influence such fond devotion, 

As thou wilt pay to thy selection. 

When thouglit and feeling agitate the breast, 

'Tis friendship's part to cheer, and from the 

Overflowing soul draw sympathy divine, 

To animate and raise the heart to sources 

Of composure, that blend with holiness 

And pure emotion, to train the soul 

From earthly care and softly breathe the fervent prayer, 

That rests in peace with purest feeling, 



JOURNAL. 7i 

O'er all the senses gently stealing, 
And lead us on to hope for power 
To gild with bliss the passing hour. 

FROM MARY. 

Come, dear mother, to see me swing, 
Witliout thee, 'tis no joy to bring 
From far and wide those simple pleasures ; 
Thy smile can cheer, thy sympathy can bless, 
And on my childish head bestow caress. 

Oh grant me skilr to cheer tlie heart 

With sympathy profound, 

And with the mantle of repose 

Tlie briglitest hopes disclose. 

Let ray spirit soar aloft, 

Winged by the messengers of thought. 



72 JOURNAL. 

In such seasons of the heart's content, 

The cloud that lingers on the mountain, 

The pearl that slumbers in the fountain, 

The bird with wet plumage and ruffled wing, 

Chanticleer to usher the morning in ; 

All proclaim the power on high, 

To paint the blush of morning dye, 

To form the circles of the heart. 

And elevate the powers of art, 

To train the mind to simple pleasure, 

And tune the heart in joyful measure, 

In adoration for the mercies given 

To prepare the soul for heaven. 

We seek employment for those hours. 
Furnished with immortal powers 
To cluster around this heart-bound spring, 
To wend the way with lofty wing. 



JOURNAL. 

For all thy pleasure wait 
In every duteous state. 

To seek thy smile thou wilt approve 
And sanctify our hearts with love. 
'Tis thy approval gilds the scene 
With rays shed from the morning- beam. 
And dews distilled in evening hours, 
To dedicate those transient flowers. 
Still cherished and loved by thee, 
They'll bloom and bless eternally. 

Teach us witlr eloquent emotion, 
Fervent faith and pure devotion. 
To educate these minds for heaven, 
With all the powers that thou hast given ; 
And let our faithfulness proclaim, 
The tender love and lofty aim. 



74 JOURNAL. 

To weave the web of finest feeling, 
From the treasures of the heart stealing, 
Tiiose moments, that animate and raise 
The soul in antliems, and hymns of praise. 

What loftier purpose, nobler aim, 
Can we desire or thou still claim, 
Than worship of the Holy One ! 
Twill purify these hearts from sin, 
Strengthen the virtues of the soul, 
'Twill animate these languid hours. 
To dedicate to thee their powers. 
And from the cells of holy meditation, 
Draw the deepest, purest revelation. 

To gain thy favor which is life. 

To emulate with holy strife, 

The deeds of old, the saints from far 



JOURNAL. 

To contemplate each constellation, 
'Till thou reveal with confirmation 
Strong as holy writ — the purpose of creation ! 

Sinful, suffering man, why wert thou 

Created ? why ushered into life 1 

To do thy Maker's will ! 

Thy feeble powers — thy earth-bound mind — 

Thy sensual taste — thy limited capacity, 

Where will they lead thee ? 

Oh rescue from low desire. 

And fill the mind with ethereal fire. 

Pilgrim cease thy vain petition 

And bless the terms of thy condition. 

That thou wert born to soothe and bless ; 

To mitigate thy brotlier's lot, 

To raise his mind and cheer his cot. 



76 JOURNAL. 

To soften sorrows gently shed, 
To watch beside the suffering bed. 
To point with faithful zeal 
To scenes 'twill fill the heart to feel, 
To contemplate the wondrous plan, 
To elevate, and save the man ! 



A MORNING SCENE. 

What painter can portray 

Such tints of heavenly hue? 

Whose pencil catch the glimpse 

Now sparkling with the dew ? 

Brief are its beauties, 

The rain descends ! 

But still more brief the shower, 

The cloud-capped mountains 

Smile again, drest by the sunbeams power. 



* JOURNAL. 77 

Calmness reigns ! the sun's withdrawn, 

The sombre hue prevails ; 

Meet emblems of the shifting scenes of life, 

Now in smiles, now in sorrow ; 

« 
Let our hearts from these symbols borrow 

Lessons wise and rare, 

Pictures sketched by fancy's hand 

Dance before the memory, 

Gilded tints from mortal bands 

Speak from the heart's treasury. 

* * * * 

October 2d. 
The feverish dream of life will soon be o'er. 
Our days pass as a tale that is told, 
As we move on from shore to shore, 
The magic forms seem gliding on ; 
Deluded souls why cling to sin, 
Why with every change d'ye bring 
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JOURNAL. • 

The senseless sounds of folly? 
The notes of woe too soon ye*Il hear 
For talents wasted, time misspent* 
*Tis wisdom then to turn the heart 
And with the fatal phantoms part. 
Mould the life, guide the man, 
And with discretion mark the plan 
That leads to life eternal. 

* * * * 

Those silvery clouds so clear, so bright. 
Now they vary in perfect light, 
Seem to my soul so joyous ; 
Oh let the shadows as they pass, 
Reflected in life's changing glass. 
Bring feeling, thought and gladness. 
My heart is full, too full for mirth, 
I cannot paint its treasure ; 
The thoughts are wild, not bound to earth 



JOURNAL. 79 

Or clad in sober measure, 

*Tis not of time or sense I ween. 

My spirit clings to thine, 

And in the realms above 

Thy heart will clasp to mine. 

There where purity and love do dwell. 

The ceaseless anthems swell. 

Here the faith has been betrayed. 

But there, in spotless robe arrayed 

The seraphs we behold ! 

They strike their harps of sweetest sound 

And leave these pilgrims groveling round 

This impotent display, 

Then turn, my soul, oh turn away 

And seek thy life above. 

'Tis a fair world but 'tis frail, 

Trust not thy treasure here, 

*Twill pierce thee to the heart it rested on, 

Then brace thy mind with holy fear. 



80 JOURNAL. 

*' We have in our breasts a heaven full of 

Constellations, there is in our hearts an 

Inward spiritual world that breaks like 

A sun upon the clouds of the outward world, 

That inward universe of goodness, beauty 

And truth, we are less astonished at 

The incomprehensible existence of 

These transcendental heavens, because 

They are always there, we foolishly 

Imagine we create, when we merely 

Perceive them." 

Bright stars light us on our way. 

And turn the twilight into perfect day. 

" Do you find no consolation near. 

Rise and seek it higher like the bird 

Of paradise, who, when his feathers are 

Ruffled by the storms, rises higher where- 

None exist." 



JOURNAL. 81 

*' No emotion remains the same, but the 
Newborn are sweeter — nothing fades, 
The growing plant throws off its leaves 
In harvest, but it blossoms again, 
And at length is a perfect tree. 
Man has many springs but no winter." 
Beautiful thoughts, rich as rare. 
Oh could you with my bosom share 
The peace and strength ye should impart ; 
" Upon the church-yard of the whole earth 
Should this universal epitaph be placed : 
Here lie the beings who in life knew not 
What they would have." 
Build upon the rock of faith, then let the 
Floods descend and the winds blow. 
It resists them all, firm and erect it 
Weathers out the storm, the angel of the 
Lord sustains it, his bow of promise will 
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82 JOURNAL. 

Never be withdrawn, the colors fade not, 
Eternal in the heavens, doubt not his care, 
His supporting arm sustains the weak, the 
Trusting, •' the wind he tempers to the shorn lamb," 
And to the tempest of the soul cries 

Peace, be still ! 

* * * * 

October Uth. 

Cherish thy mother ! she hath borne for thee 
Pain, and grief, and sorrow ; 
The morning's dawn, and the midnight 
Lamp, have marked her watchfulness. 
Small attentions are cordials to the heart. 



Oct. 29lh. 



Look not for the harvest here, 

Weeds do spring 

And ill plants bring 

Their blossom and seed. 

But genial fruit must come 

From celestial shores and heavenly home, 



JOURNAL. 83? 

Where taint nor blight, nor promised hours 

Are shaded by the nightly showers 

Of deep despondency, then clear away 

Unholy mists and night-dew shades. 

Then spring again with holy light, 

When morning bursting on the sight 

With gladness fills the mind. 

The autumnal tints with varied dyes 

Speak in tones of changing powers, 

Resistless as the passing hours 

That wend their flight with rapid wing, 

And hasten on Time's ceaseless spring ; 

That bears us on to those bowers. 

Preparing by the heavenly powers. 

Where sinless hearts shall meet. 

Where robes whiter than the snow adorn,. 

Or fleecy trains then wrap the forms 

Of ransomed ones above». 



84 JOURNAL. 



MY FATHER'S BIRTH DAY. 

Nov. lOth. 
When all thy tender care I think of, 
** Memory swells with many a proof 
Of recollected love." 
And when thy watchfulness I speak of, 
My heart full justice to thy memory does. 

Refined and purified I see thee now, 
Immortality has clad thy noble brow 
With wreaths eternal, and o'er thy 
Chastened spirit has shed the dews 
Of life divine. 



" I love to set me on some steep 
That overhangs the billowy deep. 



JOURNAL. 85 



And hear the waters roar ; 
I love to see the big waves fly, 
And swell their bosoms to the sky 

Then burst upon the shore. 

What lov'st thou V 

I love to muse on God's vast love — 
Unite the serpent with the dove — 
To mark the bow of peace. 
Bid sorrow smile and anguish cease, 
In converse with a friend, 
Delight such joys to blend. 
To read affection in the eye. 
And hopes immortal in the sky. 
With everlasting love ;• 
Such holy influences adore, 
And on thy thirsting soul implore 
The blessing from above. 



86 JOURNAL. 

Where are the hearts that held us dear ? 
Where are the arms that pressed us here 1 

Beneath the sod 

They rest with God, 
Immortal hopes reveahng. 
Be still, mj soul, all thy fears concealing. 

His love is ever present. 

His power omnipotent ! 
Whom have we in heaven but thee 1 
Upon the earth there's none we desire beside thee. 

Riches and grace thou'lt give, 

And with thee let us ever live, 

These hopes imploring ; 

Pleading thy promises, 

Thine attributes adoring ; 

Comfort thy children here. 

Forsake not these little ones, 

For of such are thy kingdom. 



JOURNAL. 87 



Bless thou the hoary head, 
, Support thou the dying bed, 
Leave not thy saints comfortless, 
Bind up the contrite heart — 
Bid all its fear depart, 
Castiixg its care on God alone. 



Jwie 2\iU 



A peevish shower, an April day, 

The fashion of this world passeth away. 

The places that know us, shall know us no more, 

The friends who now love us, shall weep as before. 

Then treasure the sparks of affection that gleam, 

And gather the roses on life's varying stream. 

Come, thou sparkling wit and gems of thought, 

With fancy filled and feeling wrought. 

Thy influence shed, thy power resume, 

My mind to elevate and illume. 



88 JOURNAL. 

We seldom weep, when thought and feehng rush 

To the heart, and sympathy deep, 

"With friends communing and loved ones meet, 

Then the pearls of nature's forming ; 

The mind and heart fondly adorning 

Force their way, suffuse the eye. 

Steep the heart in ecstacy ; 

Breathe the prayer, stir the soul. 

Seek the influence and control 

Of devotion's kindliest power. 

Often at the midnight hour. 

SPRING. 



How beautiful it is I oh had I the 
Power to paint the scene ! 



April 25fft. 



JOURNAL. I 

The mountains parted 

With the silvery wave between. 

The birds with songs now welcome in the spring, 
These treasures from the bosom of nature bring. 
The sail, the boat with splashing oar 
Awakes the echo from the neighboring shore, 
The mirrored wave reflecting as it flows — 
Along the bank in vernal beauty glows 
Trees just budding and starting into life, 
Mountains brown with every beauty rife. 
The scene is tranquil, holy to the view, 
The lawns are sparkling with the evening dew ; 
Breathe upon our hearts this cheerful calm, 
And free our spirits from the world's alarm. 

Fe6. 22. 
The anxious mother moves through the house 
With noiseless step and thoughtful brow* 
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90 JOURNAL. 

Another day has dawned upon the world, 
The mantle of repose is lifted from the earth. 

Some awake to sin and wretchedness. 
Some to pain and watchfulness, 
Some to toil and sadness. 
Some to praise and thankfulness. 

In some lone cave the miner toils 
From day to day — the pleasant light 
Of heaven shines not on him ; 
With patient toil his delving onward goes, 
His weary heart is pressed with woes. 
And penury's stern hand has filled him 
With life's cares. 



JOURNAL. 91 



ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND GOING TO SEA. 

Ah, dear Mary ! the full heart swells, 
When on the hp the word of parting dwells, 
And tears full and fast, from gushing 
Fountains, steep the heart in fond regret. 

Though wandering far and severed. 
Our spirits still in sympathy meet, 
We'll kneel and worship at the throne 
In communion deep and sweet. 

There united, let faith and penitence 

Bind our hearts, till meeting in the home of love, 

We dwell in harmony. 

And join the anthems of the blest above. 



92 JOURNAL. 



YEARS IN THE WILDERNESS. 

A fancy sketch my pen employs, 

Now first in verse related ; 

Two children met, their sires had long been friends 

In battle tried, they had heard the cannon 

Roar, and met the enemy face to face. 

The peace concluded, that to their arms and 

Country brought freedom and victory, 

Full oft they shared the joy of retrospection, 

And with shouldered crutch would fight 

Their battles o'er, and show how fields were won^ 

Years had passed, their heads were silvered 
O'er by time's relentless hand, their friendship 
Still endured, and brightly burned upon 
The altar of their youthful days. 



JOURNAL. 93 

The young friends parted, not before the 

Mutual interest had endeared 

The hours passed in companionship 

So highly prised, although it was in 

Childhood. 

She to the wilderness, where oft her parents 

To beguile of sorrow, and rei^erse of fortune, 

Would climb the rock, for fruit or flowers, 

Tempt the stream to catch the speckled trout. 

In woods she'd boil the maple sap, or with 

The Indian in the forest, braid the 

Straw and weave the basket. 

Or in tuneful numbers turn her wheel. 

Then mounted on palfrey gray, descend the 
Bank, and with an aged matron, ail 
Intent her solitude to sweeten, would 
Ramble through the wood, gather flowers 
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94 JOURNAL. 

Richly spread hy nature's hand, or ford the 
Dashing stream, when with raised feet to keep 
Them from the river's brink, the aged steed 
Would nearly swim across the stream. 

The loved one of her sire — the child whose 
Every wish he'd watched, anticipated 
All her youthful fancies, and had in her 
With parental fondness realized his 
Cherished expectations ; whene'er they met, 
His arms expanded to receive her, she 
Rushed to their fond embrace, and on his 
Bosom hushed her childish fears, she 
Filled his heart, and was his only daughter. 

Her mother sickened, and oft in the 
Silent midnight watch, while cup or potion 
Warmed for her relief, would the prayer 



JOURNAL. 95 

On bended knee ascend, and with 

Devotion from the heart implore the 

Agency divine, to cheer and bless ; it 

Came — the sainted mother sank to rest in 

Her aged parents' fond embrace, 

And left her child their warmest love to claim. 

The old man wept — but sorrowed not as 

Those bereft of hope. The Christian's brightest 

Joys were his — for she whose loss he mourned, 

Had led the way to immortality. 

Her life had been of peace and love, 

And preparation for the blessed above. 

A year elapsed ! to the altar the 
Maid was led, and then to former scenes 
Returned, where her early childhood had 
Been passed ; there advanced to manhood's 
Full estate, she met the youth whose early 



96 JOURNAL. 

Fancy she had captivated ; their minds 
Were cast in sympathetic mould, their 
Features bore resemblance to each other ; 
As sister would a brother love, they held 
Each other dear ; their christian hopes 
United them, and with interest deep 
And true, they meditated in such sweet 
Esteem, lie cheered her feeblest hours, and 
When intelligent delight her countenance 
Illumined, in his it was reflected. 

He married, and early death divided 
The hearts so firmly knit together ; 
On his virtues she still delights to dwell — 
His sympathy and interest, a loss 
Most deeply is deplored, but a re-union 
In realms above, where heart meets hearty 
Unwounded by reserve or chilled by 



JOURNAL. 97 

Sleight, or killed by cold neglect or blighted 
Fancy, will expand and bloom, perfected 
In eternity. 

Oct. U(h. 
The bride had left her forest home, 
The dew drops on the willow hung ; 
The midnight stars in silent glee, 
Had sung in brilliant jubilee. 
The sails unfurled, the anchor weighed, 
The silent note of time betrayed 
That wandering thoughts were stealing o'er 
The form we shall behold no more, 
Till days and months with weary pace, 
The heart's remembrance shall efface. 
And all those scenes so dearly loved. 
Shall rise and be referred to God. 

* * * * 

" A change came o'er the spirit of my dream — " 



98 JOURNAL. 

Disease^had numbed the faculties, and 
Sorrow with her leaden hand had pressed 
Our hearts, 'twas calm and quiet. 
Pleasure's glow was pale and sickly, 
The measured step and tranquil eye 
Turned to those scenes that never die, 
Speak of the treasures God has given 
To raise the wounded soul to heaven. 



A VISIT TO A CONSERVATORY 

Delicate Julia raised her head, 
*' Mama we must go out, she said." 
Mama agreed, 'twas sad to stay 
Within the house the live long day. 
At the word, the chariot drove up. 



JOURNAL. 99 

The ladies arrayed in bonnet and plume, 
Prepared to enjoy each fragrant perfume, 
The Conservatory displaying skilful taste 
Where the tendrils are twined, and the sweets 
run to waste. 

The cammilias and daphnes, lily and rose, 
And all the exotics that ever compose 
These choice retreats of odour and fancy. 
To beguile the retirement of every Miss Nancy, 

Heard of the poor little invalid, 
Who is led to believe 
That warmer suns and milder skies 
Will health restore to seeking eyes. 

But oh prepare, my lovely friend, 
To meet thy sure, thy certain end. 



100 JOURNAL. 

Hope with delusive smile, thy friends beguile 

To listen to their prayer, that thou mayst live 

To bless them with thy love. 

We perceive that thou art really ill, 

And little hope remains, that thou wilt live 

To smile again in health. 

Mayst thou be filled with immortal wealth, 

Cheered and solaced on thy way 

By meek-eyed piety. 



No church without a bishop ! 
No state without a king ! 
No poets in America 
This doleful change to ring. 

Her rivers flow, her mountains rije, 
Her valleys swell in sweet surprise. 



JOURNAL. 101 

*Tis the roaring of John Bull I hear, 
He fills my mind with wondrous fear. 

That after all his pious care, 

His feeble offspring to prepare 

For life's noble duties, 

They should pour forth such feeble ditties. 

Brother Jonathan can fight, 

But alas, alas, he cannot write — 

In the field of battle, alack, alack, 

He's^^en cast the furious bull flat upon his back. 

** 'Tis only the dregs of Europe that we see," 
So I should suppose by the buzzing of the bee. 
Such lordly strides, such noble airs. 
To grace our fields, and deck our fairs. 
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}0'Z JOURNAL. 

Such condescension ne'er was seen 
To draw the friendly line between, 
Such gracious smiles, when pleased I trace. 
Dispel the awful thunders of his face. 

This fondest hope I cherish in my heart, 
That all his noble sons will soon depart. 
Leaving these wilds their native sons to charm 
And all those harmless critics thus disarm. 



TO WHOM SHALL WE GO 

Where for consolation seek 
When earth retires 
And hope expires 1 
Poor shalered bird ! 
With dripping plumage 



JOURNAL. ID3 

And wounded wing, 

Whither, oh whither will ye bring 

Your heart's delight. 

The evening primrose 

And the morning light 

Will note your beauties 

And hymns of praise, 

That you to your benign Creator raise. 

Without his notice not a sparrow falls — 

The heavens are spangled with balls, 

Denoting wisdom and power supreme. 

Let us read as written with a sun-beam 
All the love from God to man — 
The eternal source of joy. 
Teeming with every plan 
To ennoble and to bless ! 



104 JOURNAL. 

Thy hairs are numbered, 
Why doubt his care 1 
He feeds the raven, paints the lily, 
Bids the bud unfold ; and to the 
Troubled bosom whispers peace. 



"HONOR THY FATHER AND THY MOTHER." 

Are these the children thou nourish'd at thy breast, 
To promote whose welfare thou hadst unquiet rest 1 
Are these the beings thou fondled in thine arms. 
Whose sobs thou hushed, and still'd their false alarms. 

Affection's streams descend, nor upward run, 
Our life is wasting, declining is oiir sun. 
Their babes in turn will claim their tender care. 
Parental love inspire, and all those joys prepare. 



JOURNAL. 105 

Cherish the parents who have given you rest — 

*' Honor thy father, and thy mother honor," 

*Tis the first command with promise given, 

It blesses while on earth, and then prepares for heaven. 



THE MOTHER'S PRAYER. 

Her prayers for the child of her love 
Were in season and out of season, 
Oh succour him ! Thou hast tried his heart 
With adversity ; with prisons thou hast 
Visited him — friends have failed. 
Hearts grown cold, but God is a present 
Help in every time of trouble, and 
Doth not willingly afflict the children 
Of men. 

Let him hold fast his integrity with 
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106 JOURNAL. 

His life ; let thy rod and thy staff comfort 
Him ; let thy love be to him the pillar 
Of cloud by day, and of fire by night. 

Attended a lecture on the Planetarium. 

«' The heavens are the work of thy fingers, 

The moon and the stars that thou hast ordained." 

Heard the motion of the planets explained, 

Their relative size, position, and order, 

The inhabited state of Saturn's border. 

Supposed to exceed in intellectual wit 

The earth's inmates, as far as its size 

Surpasses our planet — 

Saturn having four moons, the earth but one. 

Has the Savior visited all those worlds 
"With the same benevolent intent? 
Are these myriads of intelligences . 



JOURNAL. 107 

To communicate and exchange 

In thought and feeUng, all united 

As the children of the most High., to shine 

As stars in the firmament of God 1 

Assist us to sustain and embrace 
This ennobling contemplation. 
Let it expand our minds with 
Electrifying power, animate 
And spiritualize every renewed 
Effort, till from glory to glory all 
Shall be revealed. 



Heard Mr. B. on the wants of the age — 
He would break the fetters custom has 
Imposed, free the mind and the life 
From the chains of fashion, break the 



Feb. mn. 



108 JOURNAL. 

Icy bands and iron cleats — let heart 

And intellect, and faith be free. 

Loose him and let him go, the Savior 

Said of Lazarus — let us have the liberty 

Of the children of God, the freedom wherewith 

Christ hath made us free. 

Give us great thoughts and noble purposes, 

Leave us not to grope in the dark, or 

Grovel in th€^ dust — but let the light of 

Day illumine our patli, and the sun of 

Righteousness prep are our faith. 

Joined with the in rich repast. 

Discoursed of the Catholics and religious fasts. 
She would sternly reform the present age, 
Strike out the dandy and insert the sage. 
With powerful arm and resistless will. 
Command the bounding billows to be stilL 



JOURNAL. 109 

The good old paths have all pursue, 
Annihilate with frowns all things new ; 
The young command with hirch and rod 
To honor their parent and adore their God. 
Setting the injunction still apart, 
My son, my son, give me thy heart. 



TO MRS. C. A. D. W. 

QuiNcy, 30/71 October, 1841, 
My father's birth-day. 

My Dear Niece: 

I HAVE delayed acknowledging the receipt of 
your volume of journal and correspondence of my 
dear sister, your revered mother, until I should have 
read it entirely through, a practice which I always observe 
in reading a collection of letters. I have found it indispen- 
sable for the preservation of any deep interest in the topics 
to which they relate. Letters written in the domestic inter- 
course of fiimilies are necessarily much diversified as to 
the subjects upon which they are written, as to circum- 
stances to which they relate, to the incidents which they 
record, and to the state of mind, of health, and of temper 
with which they are composed. Strangers, or even mem- 



LETTER. Ill 

bers of the family of the writer, who after a lapse of years 
read several of them in immediate succession, can scarcely 
enter into the spirit with which they are animated but by 
reading few of them at once, and by alternately laying by 
and taking up again the book. 

Thus have 1 read yours, and there is at this day no 
other person living, who can feel a tythe of the interest 
with which it has affected me. 

The writers are all of them among the dearest, tender- 
est and most affectionate relatives whom I have enjoyed 
upon earth — a father, a mother, an only sister whom I 
ever knew, and her beloved husband. With a part of my 
sister's journal I had long been familiarly acquainted, as 
during her first residence in England, she had been in the 
constant habit of sending a copy of it to me, then a stu- 
dent at Cambridge, and afterwards at Newburyport. 

Your father's letters I had never before seen, but have 
now read them with much pleasure. The 17th letter, writ- 
ten on the 20th of June, 1787, at Madrid, afforded me 
peculiar amusement, by recalling to my mind an histo- 



113 LETTER. 

rical incident in the life of Charles V., after his abdica- 
tion of the throne. 

The account of his mode of life in his retirement, and 
of his death made a deeper impression upon my mind 
than the history of all his wars and all his intrigues, and 
the lesson that he learnt by the fruitless attempt to bring 
the striking of clocks into unison, wrought with such 
power upon my imagination, that many years since, I 
worked it up into a versified tale ; of which, in the hope 
that it may afford you some amusement, I enclose here, 
with a copy. 

I thank you for the dedication of your book, and for 
the separate copy of each of the two engraved prints. 

The portrait of my sister is a memorial upon which 
I can never look but with pleasure, which it is but 
just should be reflected upon her daughter. 
I am, my dear niece, your 

Affectionate uncle, 

JOHN QUINCY ADAMS. 



CHARLES THE FIFTH'S CLOCKS. 

With Charles the Fifth art thou acquainted, reader t 
Of Ferdinand and Isabel the grandson, 
In ages past of Europe's realms file leader 

Among the mightiest of all ages, one. 

Spain, Germany, his sceptre swayed. 

With feet victorious over France he trod, 

Afric' and Italy his laws obeyed. 

And either India trembled at his nod. 

Well, reader, this same monarch mighty, 

Like many of his stamp before, 

Down to the latest of the set 

Whose names I leave in blank as yet. 
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114 



And with Napoleon you may fill, 

Or Alexander, as you will ; 

Charles seated upon all his thrones. 

With all his crowns upon his head, 

Built piles on piles of human bones 

As if he meant to reig-n the sovereign of the dead. 

He kept the world in uproar forty years 

And waded bloody oceans through. 

Feasted on widows' and on orphans' tears, 

And cities sacked and millions slew. 

And all the pranks of conquering heroes playM 

A master workman at the royal trade, 

The recipe approved time out of mind, 

To win the hearts of all mankind. 

But heroes too get weary of their trade ; 

Charles had a conscience, and grew old, 

The gout sometimes an ugly visit paid, 

A voice within unwelcome stories told. 



CHARLES THE FIFTh's CLOCKS. 115 

That heroes just like common men 

One day must die, and then 

Of what might happen Charles was sore afraid. 

Of Charles's wars, needhttle here be said, 

Their causes were ambition, avarice, pride, 

Despotic empire o'er the world to spread. 

Revenge on Francis, who proclaimed he lied^ 

And chiefly Luther's heresies to quell. 

To prove the wrong of Reformation 

With fire and sword, and desolation. 

And save the souls of Protestants from hell ; 

But when the humor came to save his own, 

Charles stripp'd off all his royal robes — 

Dismissed his double globes — 

Cast down his crowns — descended from his throne, 

And with St. Jerome's monks retired to die alone. 

Charles had a maggot in the mind, 

Restless, that needs must be of something thinking. 



116 



And now to keep his spirits from sinking, 

Employment often at a loss to find, 

Much of his time he spent in prayer ; 

In penance for his evil deeds, 

In saying masses and in telling beads. 

In self chastisement, till he bled, 

A drop for every ton of others shed ; 

And much his little garden claim'd his care 

In planting cabbages and plucking seeds ;, 

But these were simple occupations. 

And Charles, so long in Empire's toils immers'd. 

So deep in all their intricacies veijs'd, 

Some pastime needed, full of complications. 

So long his study had been mariy 

His sport, his victim, man of flesh and blood, 

That now with art mechanic he began 

To fashion manikins of wood ; 

Soon he became a skilful mechanician 



CHARLES THE FIFTh's CLOCKS. 117 

And made his mimic men with so much art, 
They made St. Jerome's Friars start 
And think their royal master a magician : 
Leagued with the mother of all evil, 
Like Dr. Faustus, soul bound to the Devil, 
At last the fancy seized his brain 
Of perfect instruments for keeping time. 
Watches and clocks he made, but all in vain. 
He never could succeed to make them chime. 
With choice chronometers he lin'd his cell ; 
No two at once would ever ring the bell. 
Now mark the moral of my tale. 
Which flash'd in sunbeams upon Charles's soul ; 
When he whose chisel could prevail 
Man's outward actions to control. 
So that his puppets seem'd as good 
As living men, though made of wood , 
Yet ever baffled found his skill 

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118 CHARLES THE FIFTh's CLOCKS. 

To mould two watches to his will. 

He smote his bosom with a sigh 

Exclaiming what a dolt was I, 

" By force constraining men to think alike, 

And cannot make two clocks together strike." 

J. Q. A. 
1823. 



A DREAM. 

Ella, dreamed a sketch of bewitching beauty, 

Which she cannot paint in cold reahty. 

She was in a vessel borne o'er the briny 

Deep, and thou didst follow in a tiny 

Barque frail and shell-like. 

Tossed on the foamy billow. 

Rocked on the ocean's pillow. 

Thou hadst but one companion, an aged 

Moor, with whiten'd locks ; with graphic 

Skill didst guide the artist pencil and 

Sketch'd the scene — it seem'd to her like Prospero, 

They landed and were transported where 



120 A DREAM. 

Alternate light and darkness gleamed. 

She view'd thy pencil's work enchanted. 

With glowing fancy on her ruby lips 

Thou press'd a kiss — she lov'd thee 

In her heart of hearts ; 

As she paints it now, it is cold and colorless, 

But when she slept it was warm and glowing. 



TOWN AND COUNTRY. 

We love the mighty stir of the great city ; 

Its busy sounds, its notes of industry^ 

Are all to us of pleasant interest. 

We gaze upon the pressing throng, and all 

Their various purposes of life in 

Review are brought before us ; the struggles, 

Fond hopes, and disappointments, with the schemes 

Of wild ambition — and fashion's 

Votaries not a few, parade the canvass. 

But in the hall of science, where intellect 
And talent captivate, and accomplished 
Minds portray the sources of true wisdom,. 



122 TOWN AND COUNTRY. 

'Tis our deepest joy to listen to tlie 
Councils of their admonition, to 
Hear those heavenly themes discussed 
With meek humility, and the onward 
Path of virtue dressed with cheering flowers. 

Far in ourselves retired, deep thoughts 

Within our bosoms spring. 

More than all else desire purity of 

Heart, and love that fills the eternal mind, 

Ceaseless implore aid from above, and 

Direction seek to fulfil the purposes 

Of life. Rejoicing on thy way, let science 

Guide thee to her peaceful cell, and 

Contemplation elevate thy mind 

To stores of knowledge, and the deep 

Springs of mental beauty, which will invigorate 

Thy powers, and forth will spring a harvest 



TOWN AND COUNTRY. 123 

Of celestial fruit, to satisfy the 
Cravings of the immortal mind when 
Things of earth shall cease to impede 
And clog the wings that soar aloft 
Amid the aspirations of the blest. 

There was a sympathy united us 
Unseen by mortal eye, and love, 
Tender and deep, cheer'd and refined 
Our inmost hours. 
Their memory remains to us a 
Vision of loveliness ; could we entwine. 
With recollections of them aught but 
Of blessings, when to us they were the 
Guardian angels that point to heaven 
As the scene of all enduring blessedness, 
And the perfection of our exalted 
Nature, that with beings unnumbered 



124 TOWN AND COUNTRY. 

We shall praise and serve the Father. 
Clouds will be beneath us, and onward 
Tend each purpose of creation still to 
Raise the soaring spirit from star to star 
Of glory. The buds will bloom unfolded, 
And the quenchless flame still upward 
Tend, to renew itself forever. 



LINES 

WRITTEN ON THE VISIT OF MRS. H. 

With her children all around her, 
Here she sits at the lovM home altar. 
Unmoved by thought, untouched by care, 
We freely breathe the mountain air. 

When wafted to times long past, 
Companion of my childhood's hour ! 
In sport we culled life's opening flower. 
The buds were fresh and pure. 

No chill or blithe our friendship knew. 
But hand in hand the virtues grew, 
And ripened into fruit. 
And now the branches all are fair, 
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126 ON THE VISIT OF MRS. H. 

Polished with culture still and rare, 
And teeming with delight, 
As years advance and time unfolds 
The prospect to our view. 

Gently descending the vale of life, 
May each solace and emotion 
Brighter prove, angelic scenes unfold, 
And visions full of immortality 
Burst upon the soul. 

Ah, then still undivided on 
Friendship's altar let the flame ascend. 
And when all is changing 
Let me find my friend. 



RETROSPECTION. 

When life's fair dream has passed away 

To three score years and ten, 
Before we turn again to clay 

The lot of mortal men, 
'Tis wise a backward eye to cast 

On life's revolving scene. 
With calmness to review the past 

And ask what we have been. 

The cradle and the mother's breast 
Have vanish'd from the mind, 

Of joys the sweetest and the best. 
Nor left a trace behind. 



1^ RETROSPECTION. 

Maternal tenderness and care 
Were lavished all in vain — 

Of bliss, whatever was our share 
No vestiges remain. 

Far distant like a beacon light 

On ocean's boundless waste, 
A single spot appears in sight 

Yet indistinctly traced. 
Some mimic stage's thrilling cry, 

Some agony of fear, 
Some painted wonder to the eye. 

Some trumpet to the ear. 

These are the first events of life 
That fasten on the brain, 

And through the world's incessant strife 
Indelible remain. 



RETROSPECTION. 129 

They form the link with ages past 

From former worlds a gleam ; 
AVith murky vapors overcast, 

The net work of a dream. 

J. Q. A. 

Quincy, Sept., 18iO. 



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AN ACROSTIC. 

I N all the vast abodes of thought, 

'er all the springs of mind I seek, 
H onor and wisdom I invoke, when 
N ear thy image I behold ! 

Q uenched not, is the lustre of thine eye, 
U pon thy brow meek justice sits. 

1 nscribed upon my heart, 
N e'er to be effaced by time, 

C ould all the recollections of the past 

Y ield, this would still remain. 

A round her memory dear to us all 

D ost cling remembrances 

A 11 powerful — tender and 

M ost sweet, and lasting as the 

S oul's immortality. 



Amid the cares of state, the jar of worlds, 

The conflicts of deep feeling. 

Thou wilt grant some moments to sympathy 

And unite in blest communion 

And deep affection, with one 

Who treasures up the remembrance 

Of our hearts dear companions, 

Whom the grave cannot separate. 

O'er whom death has no dominion, 

But whose love yields recollections 

To be unfolded in eternity* 



ON THE DEATH OF DR. CHANNING. 

Oct. bth. 
Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice in light, 
For to your circle ever bright 
Is added one most fair. 
From earthly woes a soul's released, 
A spirit freed from care. 

Purity and love his mind possessed, 
With every virtue blest, 
Each grace adorned his life. 
Then strike again your living lyre, 
And from the source of holy fire 



ON THE DEATH OF DR. CHANNING. 133 

Celestial anthems raise. 

He lived, he toiled in virtue's cause, 

And sang his Maker's praise. 

Weep not for him, he's joined his home above, 
The aspirations of his heart were love 
And sanctity ; no dross defiled the 
Temple pure, the offerings rose devout ; 
The man was holy and walked with God. 



LINES 

AFTER HEARING DR. PREACH. 

** Remember me," the Savior said, 
Then bowed his meek and lowly head. 
Remember thee 1 Oh Lord, we will, 
Love and obey, and serve thee still. 

In the dark watches of the night. 
When silence reigns and nought is bright. 
We'll think of all thou doth for us, 
And humbly place in thee our trust. 

Hoping thou wilt ever bind 

In wreaths of joy this trusting mind. 



LINES. 135 



With gracious hopes our souls inspire, 
Then cling to thee with warm desire. 

Elevate our hearts, unite us to thyself, 
Fill us with thy immortal wealth, 
Banish all despondency. 
And let us live, still trusting thee. 



RESPONSE. 

Right — remember Him, 
And He'll remember thee ; 
Your eye shall ne'er grow dim, 
Nor shall your strength decay. 

He'll not forget you when 
He makes his jewels up ; 
The Lamb who once was slain, 
With bliss will fill your cup. 

And when the shining ones 
Shall bow before his throne, 



RESPONSE. J 37 

He'll bid you join their songs 
And own you as his own. 

Through all eternity, 
Your song and joy shall be — 
The Lamb of Calvary 
Lives to remember me. 

p. s. 



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DEDICATION HYMN. 



What though no stately dome arise, 
With costly pomp and sacrifice ; 
To thee the grateful heart we bring, 
Refreshed from thy eternal spring. 

The ofF'ring thou'lt accept and bless, 
Crown our weak efforts with success, 
And let our trusting faith record 
The progress of thy love and word. 

Impress thy law upon our hearts. 
And give the joy thy faith imparts ; 



DEDICATION HYMN. 139 

*Tis blessedness to be with thee — 
From doubt O set us wholly free ! 

Prom earth to heaven still point the way ; 
We serve thee best when we obey ; 
Then hasten with thy blessing, Lord, 
Calm every fear, and spread thy word ! 



THE IVY AND THE OAK. 

On the Ocean of Life we embark, 
But the world is cold and stern ; 
The blighted blossoms droop and fade ; 
The tendrils of the heart essay in vain 
Its smiles to win — 'tis motionless 
At pity's call : on nobler motives 
Set thy mind, and soar above 
Its fleeting treasures, 'twill pierce 
Thee to the heart if rested on — 
Then plant thine anchor in the skies. 

March 25, 1842. 



TO THE MEMORY OF M. W. 

Yes, thou art gone, yet still we linger here I 

Faithful to thy Father's will ; 

We feel thy loss ! the lore of God prevailed 

O'er thy whole heart, and filled thy soul with 

Faithful zeal. 

Let us still kneel in spirit at the throne 

Where angels worship. May the cares of earth 

Prepare our minds for rest above. 

Where thy spirit waits for those thou left on 

Earth to mourn thy loss, and seek thee in the skies. 



la'^ 



REMEMBER ME. 

IN IMITATION OF MRS. OPIE's " FORGET THEE ! NO !" 
BY THE HON. E. EVERETT. 

Yes, dear one, to the envied train 

Of those around, thy homage pay, 
But wilt thou never kindly deign 

To think of him that's far away 1 
Thy form, thine eye, thy angel smile, 

For weary years I may not see ; 
But wilt thou not, sometimes, the while, 

My sister dear> remember me. 

But not in fashion's brilliant hall, 

Surrounded by the gay and fair,. 



REMEiMBER ME. 143 

And thou, the fairest of them all, 

Oh, think not, think not of me there ! 

But when the thoughtless crowd is gone. 
And hushed the voice of senseless glee, 

And all is silent,, still, and lone, 
And thou art sad — remember me. 

Remember me — but loveliest, ne'er, 

When, in his orbit fair and high. 
The morning's glowing charioteer 

Rides proudly up the blushing sky ; 
But when the waning moonbeam sleeps 

At midnight on the lonely sea. 
And nature's pensive spirit weeps 

In all her dews — remember me. 

Remember me, I pray — but not 
In Flora's gay and blooniing hour^ 



144 REMEMBER ME. 

When every brake has found its note, 
And sunshine smiles in every flower — 

But when the fading leaf is sear, 
And withers sadly from the tree, 

And o'er the ruins of the year 

Cold autumn sighs — remember me. 

Remember me — but choose not, dear, 

The hour when, on the gentle lake. 
The sportive wavelets, blue and clear, 

Soft rippling to the margin, break • 
But when the deaf 'ning billows foam 

In madness o'er the pathless sea, 
Then let thy pilgrim fancy roam 

Across them, and — remember me. 

Remember me — but not to join, 

If haply some thy friend should praise^ 



REMEMBER ME. 14^ 

'Tis far too dear, that voice of thine, 

■ To echo what the stranger says. 
They know us not ; but shouldst thou meet 

Some faithful friend of me and thee. 
Softly sometimes to him repeat 

My name, and then — remember me. 

Remember me — not, I entreat, 

In scenes of festal week-day joy, 
For then it were not kind nor meet, 

My thought thy pleasure should alloy ; 
But on the sacred, solemn day. 

And dearest, on thy bended knee. 
When thou for those thou lov*st dost pray, 

Sweet spirit, then — remember me. 

Remember me — but not as I 
On thee for ever, ever dwell, 



146 REMEMBER ME. 

With anxious heart and drooping eye, 

And doubts 'twould grieve thee should I tell ; 

But in thy calm, unclouded heart, 
Whence dark and gloomy visions flee, 

Ah ! there, my sister, be my part. 
And kindly there — remember me. 



A NOCTURNAL EXCURSION. 

We must mount our Pegasus, 

(A horse or a ship with nine wings,) 

And on to Parnassus. 

The night it is stormy and dark, 

The stars are not twinkling, 

The moon she is missing, 

And we fear to get out of the track, 

Hope goes before, tier visions impart 
All that can strengthen our plan — 
Our golden swords we wave, 
Our station take amid the brave ; 



148 A NOCTURNAL EXCURSION. 

When lo our foes the monsters rave, 

We refuge take in yon dark cave, 

A hermit there we found ; 

A sage of other days, 

His mossy couch, his humble cell, 

His- limpid drink from yonder weU, 

His silvery locks, his noble form 

Seem bent with age, and now the storm 

Of passions deep. 

Beneath his brow had ceased to keep 

Their wonted vigil. 

Years had passed since with the 

World he'd ceas'd to mingle ; 

He rov'd in forest, glade or dingle, 

And sought to draw from the neighboring stream 

Refreshment for his evening meal. 

He pity took on our lone state, 

And all he had he freely gave— 



A NOCTURNAL EXCURSION. 149 

OfFerhig to the traveller faint 

His couch, his cheer, his recollections of the past ; 

All drawn with graphic skill 

From memory's deep and holy fount. 

His tales were of the olden time, 

When youth and health. 

Beauty and wealth, 

His ardent gaze attracted. 

The friends he loved. 

The bride he won, 

His hopes distroyed 

Had nigh his brain distracted. 

But resignation now 

His breast had visited, 

And the allotments wise 

Though deeply tried, his love and faith 

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150 A NOCTURNAL EXCURSION. 

Had triumphed ; the follies^ 
Of his youth he'd felt, 
And wisely turned his 
Thoughts within, there to 
Seek his happiness. 

With calm desires 

He now aspires 

To worship in the spirit ; 

His sorrows are assuaged, 

His passions lulled 

In mild repose. 

And all he seeks, 

Or asks for now, 

Is dismissal from the scene 

Of former conflict. 

The patient waiting 

For the call to come 

And be at rest. 



A NOCTURNAL EXCURSION. 151 

We left him thus, 

He kindly gave his benediction, 

And implored all needed aid 

To guard and keep us on our way. 

" The iron tongue of time, told three upon the drowsy 

ear of night." 
Already weary we dismissed 
Our steeds, and resolved most wisely 
No farther then to ti-avel. 
The day then dawned, 
And the realities of life 
Once more surrounded us ; 
We justly concluded to 
Waste time no more, 
But on with the business of life, 
To cook and to bake, and to brew, 
And with poets and hermits 
Have no more to do. 
*Tis more than enough, adieu, adieu. 



LINES 

" Blessed are they who mourn. 
For they shall be comforted." 

Send down thy Spirit, Lord, 
Upon these hearts sincere, 
Lighten the burden by thy word 
And banish every fear. 

Cherish the buds of promise given. 
Nor spend thy hfe in grief; 
Thy hopes will bloom anew in heaven. 
Thy sorrows find relief. 

Then cheer thy mind with God's best gift, 
The power to improve 



LINES. 153 

Thy faculties for him, 
Who all thy life hath mov'd. 

Let lofty hopes and meek desires 
Thy mind still freshness bring, 
Till on thee dawn with heavenly choirs, 
The everlasting spring. 

Nov. 2Ut, 1841. 



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LINES 

WRITTEN IN 1823, IN THE ALBU3I OF A LADY, AFTER THE 
SIGNATURE OF JOHN ADAMS. 

BY L- M. SARGENT. 

High o'er the Alps in Dauphin^ 

There lies a lonely spot, 
So wild, that ages roll'd away 

And man had claim'd it not. 
For ages there the tiger's yell 
Bay'd the hoarse torrent as it fell. 

But there the mountain beast, dismay'd, 

No more in peace shall roam, 
For man, unsocial man, hath made 

That wilderness his home ; 



LINES. 155 

And convent bell, with note forlorn, 
Is heard at niidnight, eve, and morn. 

For now, amid the " Grand Chartreuse," 

Carthusian monks reside, 
Whose lives are passed from man recluse, 

In scourging human pride ; 
With matins, vespers, aves, creeds. 
And crosses, masses, prayers and beads. 

When thither men of curious mood, 

Or pilgrims bend their way ; 
To view this Alpine solitude. 

Or heaven-ward bent to pray. 
St. Bruno's monks their album bring, 
Inscribed by poet, priest and king. 

Since pilgrim first with holy tears, 
Inscribed that tablet fair. 



156 LINES. 

Time on its flood, some thousand years, 

Hath roll'd like billows there. 
What countless names its pages blot, 
By country, kindred, long forgot ! 

There chaste conceits, and thoughts divine, 

Unclaimed and nameless stand, 
Which like the Grecian's waving line, 

Betray some master's hand. 
And there St. Bruno's monks display,* 
With pride the classic lines of Gray. 

While pilgrim ponders o'er the name, 

He feels his bosom glow, 
And deems it nothing less than fame, 

To write his own below, 

* When Gray visited the " Grand" Chartreuse the monks presented their 
album, in which he wrote a beautiful ode, wliich is inserted in his "vs'orks. 



LINES. 157 

So in this album fain would I, 
Beneath a name that cannot die. 

Thrice happy book, no tablet bears 

A loftier name than thine ; 
Still followed by a nation's pray'rs, 

Through lingering life's decline. 
Still honor'd as when erst obeyed,^ 
That trembling hand an empire swayed. 

Not thus among the patriot band, 

That name enroU'd we see ; 
No falt'ring tongue, no trembling hand, 

Proclaim'd an empire free ! 
Lady, retrace those lines and tell, 
If in thy heart no sadness dwell ! 

And in those fading, struggling lines** 
Oh see'st thou nought sublime ? 



158 LINES. 

No tott'ring pile that half inclines, 

No mighty wreck of Time 1 
Sighs not thy gentle heart to save 
The sage, the patriot from the grave ? 

If thus, ah then recall thy sigh, 

Unholy 'tis and vain ; 
For saints and sages never die. 

But sleep to raise again. 
Life is a lengthened day, at best. 
And in the grave tired travellers rest. 

Till with his trump, to wake the dead, 

The appointed angel flies ; 
Then heaven's bright album shall be spread, 

And all who sleep shall rise, 
The blest to Zion's hill repair. 
And write their names im, mortal there ! 



TO THE SUN-DIAL, 



UNDER THE WINDOW OF THE HALL OF THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES 
OF THE UNITED STATES. 



BY JOHN QUINCY ADAMS. 

Thou silent herald of Time's silent flight ! 

Say, could'st thou speak, what warning voice was thine 1 
Shade, who can'&t only show how others shine ! 

Dark, sullen witness of resplendent light 

In day's broad glare, and when the moontide bright 
Of laughing fortune sheds the ray divine, 
Thy ready favours cheer us — but decline 
The clouds of morning and the gloom of night. 

Yet are thy counsels faithful, just and wise. 
They bid us seize the moments as they pass — 

Snatch the retrieveless sunbeam as it flies, 

Nor lose one sand of life's revolving glass — • 
Aspiring still, with energy sublime, 
By virtuous deeds to give eternity to Time. 



CHRISTMAS DAY. 

No morn was ever ushered in 

With brighter streaks of light, 

Cerulean clouds were tinged with gold, 

The damask and the white 

Were blended, through the arch of heaven. 

Rejoice, rejoice, the Christians cry. 
The anniversary of Christ has comCj 
The shouts of joy reach to the sky, 
This day the Saviour's born. 
Each lisping child is early imig/it 
With joy to hail the day, 



CHRISTMAS DAY. 161 

The treasured gift, the rhymed thought, 
Are all arrayed in hope's blest ray. 

No selfish joy possess'd that generous breast. 
That freely offered, bled, and died, 
The sacrifice at once complete. 
The sinful race of mortals rescued 
From evil power, and all its force defied. 

O'erfiow my heart, with love supreme to God, 

And adoration to his Son, 

The heavenly host of seraphs loudly sung 

When mortals were redeemed 

And all their sins atonedo 

Glorious, yet awful hour ! 
The lamp of-d^y stood still, 
The heavens were veiled in clouds of wo ; 
Silence, solemn, and unbroken, revealed 
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162 CHRISTMAS DAY. 

The power, of man's repeated guilt, 

That drew from the celestial world, 

God's only precious Son — on earth to be a wanderer, 

He had not where to lay his liead, 

No home received the heavenly stranger, 

Unaided by a mortal hand, alone, 

He trod the path of duty. 

Yet not alone, for God was with him. 

But when accomplished once his mission, 

The bliss the glory of redeemed souls 

Tuned with sweet harmony the heavenly lyre. 

Forgiven, restored, and elevated man 

Again lays claim to all his Maker's love. 

The Lamb proclaimed glad tidings of great joy. 

No more shall faith and sorrow plead in vain, 
The Almighty ear is open ; ready stands 
Our Father, calling to his erring children, 
Return, return, give not your hearts to earthly 



CHRISTMAS DAY. 163 

Rest ; raise, oh raise that suppliant eye 

To heavenly scenes of joy, that never, never die. 

Father, thy face we'll seek, thy aid implore 

Feebly at times ; but thou, to whom our 

Weakest hours are known, rememberest we 

Are dust, and must to dust return ; 

But from the tomb the soul shall rise immortal, 

Conscious of her powers, and dwelling 

In the sunshine of thy love. 



EXTRACT 

FROM MEMOIRS OF MRS. INCHBALD BY BODEN. 

I admired Madam de Stael much ; she talked to me the 
whole time ; so did Miss Edgeworth whenever I met her 
in company. These authoresses suppose me dead, and 
seem to pay a tribute to my memory. But with Madam de 
Stael it seemed no passing compliment ; she was inquisi- 
tive as well as attentive, and entreated me to explain to 
her the motive why I shunned society 1 Because, I re- 
plied, I dread the loneliness that will follow. ** What, 
will you feel your solitude more when you return from 
this company, than you did before you came hither?" 
'• Yes." " I should think it would elevate your spirits. 



EXTRACT. 165 

Why will you feel your loneliness more ]" " Because 
I have no one to tell that I have seen you ; no one to de- 
scribe your person to ; no one to whom I can repeat the 
many encomiums you have passed on my ' simple story ;' 
no one to enjoy any of your praises but yourself." *' Ah,, 
you have no children ;'* and she turned to an elegant 
young woman, her daughter, with pathetic tenderness. 
She then so forcibly depicted a mother's joys, that she 
sent me home more melancholy at the comparison of our 
situations in life, than could have arisen from the conse- 
quences of riches or poverty. I called by appointment 
at her house two days after ; I was told she was ill. 
The next morning, my paper explained her illness. You 
have seen the death of her son in the papers ; he was 
one of Bernadotte's aids-de-camp ; the most beautiful 
young man that ever was seen, only 19: a duel with 
sabres, and the first stroke literally cut off his head !' 

Neckers' grandson ! 

Letter to Mrs. Phillips. 

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NOTES FROxM A MANUSCRIPT. 

BY E. P. 

You inquire my opinion of Madam de Stael. I wish I 
could send you my " Germany;" you might judge whether 
or not I priied it, there are little stars enough to replenish 
the zodiac, if there should ever be need of it. 

i am never disposed to be philosophical or critical when 
speaking of her merits, and can employ nothing but the 
language of feeling. She speaks of the human heart like 
one who has deeply felt, and mourned and rejoiced. 

To Madam de Stael I cannot help applying the sub- 
stance of one of her own remarks on the subject of novel 
reading. I find in her writings all that I iP-,yself have 



NOTES FROM A MANUSCRIPT. 167 

felt, those interior sentiments which had been nourished in 
the retirement of my own heart, laid bear to inspection, 
and it sometimes produces an emotion of melancholy ; 
I feel as if the sanctuary had been violated, I more than 
once closed the book with tears in my eyes, exclaiming al- 
most audibly, oh tell me no more ! This it is to write 
from nature. 

We have philosophers enough, the world is overrun 
with them, but our philosophers do not feel, or those who 
feel do not philosophize. 

After all the exigencies of life are satisffed, does there 
not remain to some of us a superfluity of soul, which the 
cares of life cannot, must not, ought not to exhaust ; with- 
out prudence the world would not go on, and if there were 
nothing in it but prudence, who would wish to live in it ; 
by prudence I mean a comprehensive name for all those 
ordinary qualities by which the solid interests of society are 
securedj,but not polished — 'iiot endeared, not hallowed,. 



168 NOTES FROM A MANUSCRIPT. 

Oh Still maj enthusiasm and poetry, her eldest child, 
and all the rest of her blessed kin, gild and delight, and 
cheer the rugged path of our life ! 



I could often wish, if the wish were not a murmur, that 
my heart had been formed without these strange and fear- 
ful tendencies, this deep disgust for things that are ordi- 
nary, and therefore proper, this desire to possess such an 
affection as was never yet granted to a mortal, and could 
not be enjoyed in safety. 

I am so sensible of the demands of my own nature, that 
until I meet with a beino^ whose commandinor talents shall 
awe, while his gentleness wins, I shall continue to sail, 
like the Arabian bird throuj^h the fields of ether feeding 
upon nutmegs, but never alighting. Whenever I find a ge- 
nius I will pay him the liomage of my admiring heart. 



NOTES FROM A MANUSCRIPT. 169 

It is desirable in an intellectual and perhaps in a mora 
view, that we should at particular periods of life devotel 
ourselves with great assiduity to some new and interesting 
study, no matter whether it be a language or a science, 
and this for the purpose of arousing the soul from its 
slumber, and preventing it from sitting down in compla- 
cency or apathy upon its acquisitions. To study a new 
science obliges us to examine the boundaries of the old 
ones which we have already attained, and it appears to 
me impossible to kindle a new light in the mind, without 
adding to the brightness of those that are already burning. 



A CITY RAMBLE. 

Visited the poetess, her ardent mind 

Enquires why comes he not 1 

To cheer my heart, console my lot. 

His pure exalted soul 

Is raised beyond control. 

With a friend conversed 
Oh rare and true, are such 
Noble qualities as meet in you. 

Mrs. fresh and fair, 

In beauty deck'd with jewels rare, 

Good humor'd smiles, with cheerful heart ; 



A CITY RAMBLE. 171 

Angelic stores of wit impart, 
And lustre shed 
On gilded roof or lowly bed. 
Why has slumbered thus my pen 
When folly stalks abroad with men ! 

But one hour I must not omit : 

'Twas fill'd with genial thought and wit. 

Emblem 'twas of passing scenes, 

The Muses' stores were all unlocked, 

The shepherd and the flock 

Rambled at will — and Sympathy 

Joyed to find herself reflected. 

Thus in a world of our own, 

With images ideal, 

Substantial joys all real, 

We glide along gently 

On the current of time, and mark the throng 



172 A CITY RAMBLE. 

Whose busy notes fill up the silence, 
And people the desert with images. 

*' Can I walk down Broadway 
With this pink bonnet so gay ?" 
Said a sober divine to his friend ; 
I'll try not to smile 
My thoughts to beguile^ 
Then 'twill soon have an end. 

The way was long, the dresses fine, 

Sparkling wit and face divine 

Elated the party with gas ; 

And in the midst of sage reflection, 

They would now and then turn to admire the lass. 

The bows and the graces, 
The moustached grimaces, 



A CITY RAMBLE. 173 

With ringlets and sunbeams, 
Gay colors and day dreams, 
The time was beguiled and seemed short. 

I know not when I've received such 

Attention, said he. 

The world seems so gracious. 

All in good glee, 

The beaux that I meet smile approval. 

When W. W. left his post. 

As sick of folly as any ghost, 

He said to me, beware of traps. 

Coal pits, delusions, and gay pink hats. 

Whene'er I walk abroad to meditate 

On awful sins, humbugs of the day, 

Or to pick up pins, 

I do remember me of his sage advice 

To guide my steps in halls so nice. 
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174 A CITY RAMBLE. 

Whene'er I prattle with the ladies, 
Or talk with fond mammas of babies, 
I ne'er forget my thoughtful friend, 
Who warned me of the approaching end. 
And cased my mind in armor bright, 
To shun the darkness, use the light. 
Our walks through life will useful prove, 
It as companion we take the muse. 
Out thoughts to elevate, our wishes raise 
To themes of rapture, notes of praise. 
For recreation too is given 
To cheer the heart, and form for heaven. 

Next Dr. then we met, 

His cordial manner, warm regret, 
Banished all distrustful thought, 
And to our fancy fully brought 
The joy from genial spirits fraught. 



A CITY RAMBLE. 175 

Down the way so broad we walked, 
His arm we took ; we cheerly talked, 
He gave us many a gracious look, 
Absolving without bell or book. 

Father then stepped in, 

We were suprised to find us in such company ; 
It gave us joy their fond regard to mark, 
And raised our minds, soaring with the lark. 



LINES BY H. W. 



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A reason why like Melzinga is 
Delicious rose at early hght 
When morn doth first its petals kiss 1 

Just like a rose at morn's first dawn, 
Profuse of odor and rich of tint, 
Delightful Melzinga is I pray, 
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